Lyrical Breakdown of Ain't Too Many Left - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ain't Too Many Left" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ain't Too Many Left" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Boosie Badazz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Boosie Badazz's narrative.

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Boosie, B.G. and Juvie, nigga Yeah Brought up from the bottom, I was raised up with the worst Fell in love with all the wrong things, and my mama put me in church But none of that was working, so I rolled with Marvin and Herc And them niggas was pretty, I mean dirty like the earth We weren't doing nothing major, we was taking baby steps Still was rocking with my dogs, 'cause everybody else the leps We was balling for three minutes, it was supposed to be for depths I was looking out for my uncle, he wasn't looking out for his nephew Thinking about how home and Ronald died, well I know, I don't know 'Cause he told on everybody, even his brother and his mama B.G. just got out, I told him, nigga, get on your game 'Cause ain't too many real niggas left to say amen Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Streets changed on that nigga, they had quarter time Niggas knew a nigga came to try to soak town Boosie used to tell me that when he was bumpin' for me I told him, nigga, don't change, keep thuggin' for me I seen supposed to be gangsta, turn bitch made Nigga called him gone a child, hit him with a switchblade Nigga bangin' all this light, then he dropped out Testified on the gang, took a cop out (damn) He just wanna see the real niggas boxed out 'Cause they know we rockin' out with them Glocks out Standin' ten toes down is what a man do (men do) Real G's left, it's on their hands Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Boosie the name, I used to step on niggas and leave niggas in bits Double-digit killers with no feelings on them mission Landed down around the city, they was with it, but they ain't last though Oh, boy I beat the dust, nobody know why he got smashed though Confused by the blast, crossed by his day one You let a nigga talk on my name, and you don't say nuh Mama say them boys ain't solid, you leave 'em long You know that you can't trust nobody your friends gone Now I'm on my own (now, I'm on my own) ridin' in my zone Niggas callin' from the pen, on the phone, I need a phone Too many real niggas gone, I'm just glad it ain't me I really miss the candy lady and my pretty Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, shit, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many) Ain't too many left, ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) To all my thug niggas and thug marching right now nigga (ain't too many left to amen) All my niggas locked up, you know what I'm sayin' Doin' your best (ain't too many left to amen) Stay solid nigga Ain't too many left (ain't too many left to amen) It's only a few nigga, chosen few